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I didn't know what to say to her, I knew what she was going to ask, I
just hadn't planned on answering her. I should be in my own house by now
eating bacon, not sitting with a near complete stranger in her house,
dressed as a girl. I took a few moments to think of an answer, but I
couldn't find one, so I asked her a question in the hope she'd forget
what just happened.
"Why... shouldn't you be at work Mum?" I asked, I was starting to get used
to calling her Mum by now.
"Oh I decided to take the day off, I didn't want to wait until later to
ask you since you might of disappeared by then," she replied with a
grin, it was as if she enjoyed destroying every chance I had of
escaping.
"Disappeared?" I asked.
"Well Kirsty told me about your situation, and she seemed to think you'd
be leaving soon," she replied.
I grinned and nodded slowly. I am leaving soon, and you can't stop me
woman. She tilted her head and gave me a sad look.
"Well where do you plan on going?" she asked all the right questions,
meaning the questions I didn't have a straight answer for.
"I'll find somewhere," I nodded and gulped down a load of orange juice.
I was hoping the glass would hide my ever-reddening cheeks.
"So you're not even certain? Do you really want to leave a warm
comfortable house for a world of uncertainty?" It was like she was
trying to confuse me on purpose with her long words, so I'd have no
choice but to say yes to her. I shrugged at her and said nothing. That
wasn't saying yes and now she had to do all the work. Two can play at
this game.
"I think it would be best if you stayed here for a while." She leaned
closer, her thumb still gently rubbing my hand.
I shrugged and kept silent. I looked out the window and into the
distance, so it would look like I was thinking. I was really just trying
to ignore her.
"I know what's best for you Lauren, you won't survive on your own."
I continued to ignore her/look like I was thinking. I didn't care what
she said, even if I wasn't planning on it I knew how to survive on my
own.
The cul-de-sac kids always loved playing Army in the nearby woods. We
considered ourselves survival experts, but Suzanne wasn't going to
believe that when it came from someone dressed in pink Minnie Mouse
pyjamas.
Suzanne sighed and leaned back into her chair, she looked defeated. All
the rejection she was getting from me was really tearing her up inside,
but no amount of tears can convince me to remain a girl any longer.
All I could do was wait until tomorrow, Suzanne couldn't miss work for
two days straight could she? Why would she choose protecting a homeless
orphan over keeping her job?
"Just think about it okay? For me?" she asked with puppy dog eyes,
rarely had I seen an adult use that look.
"I will Mum," I nodded and finished my orange juice, Suzanne jumped into
action as soon as my empty glass touched the table.
"Let's get you ready for the day then, up you get." Suzanne was making a
habit of doing things before I could react. She was up out of her chair
in seconds, holding my hand and pulling me down the hallway when I
finally said, "Okay." As we went up the stairs I got another chance to
look at all the family photos hanging on the wall, and the thought of me
being in one of them was slowly becoming more and more likely.
Suzanne dragged me into the bathroom, which was a pleasant change from
all the pink I was seeing. The floor was made of a white rubbery
material and the walls were decorated with yellow and white tiles. The
bathtub spanned from one side of the room to the other, beside it was
the sink and opposite that was the toilet. I would of preferred sleeping
in here compared to Hayley's room, if only there was a bed in here.
"Now when was the last time you had a bath?"
It looked like whatever I said, Suzanne was going to give me a bath
anyway. She already pulled off my Minnie Mouse robe and placed it on a
hook screwed to the bathroom door.
"A few days ago," I replied. It was true, we only had one bathroom in my
house and mum and dad had been hogging it for three days, there was
hardly any hot water left for me. I must have been dirty enough to be a
homeless kid.
"That wont do dear, it's important us girls stay as clean as possible,"
She opened the taps on the bath and it began to fill up with steaming
hot water. She poured a purple liquid, among other things, into the bath
that turned it into a flowery scented bubble bath. The longer she stayed
in the bathroom, the more I began to think that she herself was going to
wash me.
That would be the end of me for sure. She would see everything! I was
just starting puberty and things were going on down there! The bubbles
would be my only hope, they'd hide my hairy legs and my boy parts.
Luckily my arms were mostly hairless, and as long as I kept my arms by
my sides the small amount of armpit hair I had would be hidden.
She wouldn't really stay would she? Does she think 11 year olds cant
bathe themselves? I knew I could bathe myself by around 6 years old, by
10 I was making my own meals.
Maybe Suzanne ran things differently in her house, maybe this was what a
loving family was like.
The bath was ready and Suzanne was making no moves to the door, she
stood there watching me, I noticed her foot tapping on the floor.
"Scared of the water Lauren?" she asked.
"No, I just..." I looked at her nervously. Suzanne walked over to me, and
began to lift the Minnie Mouse pyjama top over my head.
"Thought I'd leave?" she finished my sentence. "There's nothing
underneath these pretty pyjamas that I haven't seen before sweetheart."
She grinned at me as she folded the top and placed it on top of the
toilet. Her hands quickly moved the pyjama bottoms that were still
hiding the vital evidence between my legs, although she'd still have to
remove the white cotton panties I'd worn from yesterday.
She wouldn't go that far would she?
I stepped away from her prying hands before she could pull my pink
pyjama bottoms down. I had to put my foot down for once.
"Mum I'm... eleven, not four," I wanted to say twelve, but Kirsty had
already decided I was going to be eleven. Damn that Kirsty, wherever she
was.
"I know... I just thought you might want some help, that's all," she
replied, her hands then made another attempt to pull my bottoms down. I
was quick to take another step back, almost falling into the bath in the
process, and crossed my arms. Suzanne finally got the message and opened
the bathroom door.
"Well alright, you just call me if you need anything, okay sweetheart?"
she asked as she stood in the doorway. I replied with an annoyed
sounding "Okay!" and closed the door for her. I waited for a moment
before I took off the remainder of my Minnie Mouse pyjama set, just in
case she came back in and saw me naked. She seemed like the sort of
woman who liked to surprise people, but it would be me that surprised
her if she saw what hung between my legs.
I waited a good few minutes before I finally decided it was safe to
strip off. All this waiting and worrying wouldn't be necessary if they
thought to put a lock on the door. I suppose living in an all female
household meant you wouldn't be seeing anything new if you stepped in on
someone.
I pulled the pyjama bottoms and the panties off in less than three
seconds and was in the bath after four seconds. I figured the shorter
time I was naked, the less chance I had of being walked in on.
Now I was safe beneath the bubbles.
Suzanne shouted from various locations around the house, asking if I was
doing all right. She sounded worried every time, sometimes I shouted,
"YES," and sometimes I didn't even reply.
She shouted for me every five minutes or so, what was she so worried
about? Did she think I might be trying to escape? There was only one
window in here, and it wasn't big enough for anyone to sneak through,
not that I hadn't thought about trying.
The water was high enough for me to fully submerse myself. I could hide
there forever if I could breath underwater. I spent about five minutes
scrubbing myself with the sponges placed around the bathtub, along with
all the other products that these girls seem to need. By the sink there
was a counter filled with tubs, cans, boxes and bath stuff. The bottle
that Suzanne had used to get the bubbles came with three other bottles,
one in blue, one in red and the other in yellow.
The faint pink colouring to the bubbles meant she had obviously used the
pink bottle, which was no surprise to me. Everything that has happened
to me in this house so far has had something to do with pink. Suzanne
had raised two girly-girl daughters, and in the back of my mind it
seemed like she was trying to raise a third, me.
My hair was the last thing left to wash. I normally left it for last and
kept it dry until then, but keeping it dry was so much harder with it
being double as long after Suzanne brushed it out. When I wash my hair,
I usually just soak it in water a few times and then dry it, that kept
it rough and curly like I always had it, but now it was long and smooth.
My hair was always long, but I deliberately made it look messy so people
didn't think I was a girl. But now I had to make it look like a girls
hair, and I didn't know how. I eventually decided I'd just soak it a
couple more times than I normally do and then see what happened when it
was dry, besides it would be back to normal boy mode soon.
I was about to dip my head underwater to start the hair soaking, when
Suzanne opened the door slightly and poked her head through.
"Lauren? Can I come in?" she asked, already stepping into the bathroom
before I answered.
I was nearly fully submersed so she wouldn't see anything, it would be
fine as long as she didn't drop something in the bath and go searching
for it.
I nodded at her to come in but she was already inside and closing the
door behind her.
"I just wanted to check on how you're doing." She walked closer and sat
on the edge of the bath, I quickly moved some more bubbles to cover me
up even more. I made sure my head was the only thing above the water at
this point.
"I'm fine, Mum, no problems," I replied.
"I noticed you haven't washed your hair yet." She was looking at my hair
closely, it would have been obvious that most of it was still dry.
"I didn't know what to do," I said, and it was the wrong thing to say.
Without knowing it I'd just invited this woman to wash my hair for me.
"Oh, I'll do that for you, I knew you'd need help somewhere," She was
smiling from ear to ear as she left briefly and came back with a chair.
Within a few minutes she was sitting down beside the bath, with me
sitting with my back to her. She was using the adjustable showerhead to
soak my hair thoroughly, and so far she hadn't seen anything suspicious.
It was quite a struggle trying to sit like that in a narrow bath,
without my lower half revealing itself, but somehow I managed.
Suzanne spent a couple of minutes spraying my hair with warm water, then
moved on to lathering in a load of shampoo. My head was gently being
pulled this way and that as Suzanne made sure the shampoo covered every
single strand of hair, her fingers constantly massaging my scalp. After
a couple of minutes she rinsed my hair with warm water and started over
again, it felt like we were there for at least an hour, repeating the
process over and over. Suzanne was talking through everything she did,
making sure I remembered everything so I could "do it myself in the
future," Yeah right.
I got the feeling that Suzanne had done this many times with her
daughters, she was clearly enjoying it and on several occasions called
me Kirsty or Hayley. I'm glad I was facing away from her, because soon
everything she said made me roll my eyes or grimace. Soon every sentence
she said referred to me as her daughter or something close to it.
When she ran out of things to say, things were finally going silent.
Suzanne rinsed my hair for a final time and grabbed a new bottle that
she referred to as 'conditioner' and began to comb the new liquid
through my hair with her fingers.
I had never put this much effort into washing my hair.
The constant massaging of my scalp eventually made me relax, and I
started to think. I could of escaped this morning if it wasn't for
Suzanne's damned maternal hormones. Everything would of gone to plan.
Maybe things still would of gone to plan if Kirsty was actually there,
she could of snuck me out the front door using her key, whilst Suzanne
was in the back garden. It all could of worked out fine if Kirsty was
there, except... where was Kirsty?
"Mum, where is Kirsty?" I had to ask her, had Suzanne done something
with her daughter? Maybe she had some sort of plan to replace her, with
me? Well that would explain why she referred to me as her daughter for
the past hour of hair washing. What was wrong about Kirsty? Why wouldn't
Suzanne want to keep her eldest daughter?
"Oh I just sent her on an errand, to get some milk," she replied coolly
as if replacing her daughter wasn't such a big thing.
"Come to think of it, she's been there for a while, maybe she found one
of her friends, she doesn't see them much."
What was she talking about? Kirsty spends most of her time playing with
the rest of the cul-de-sac kids.
"Finally she does something I suggest, she spends too much time with the
kids that live in the cul-de-sac and forgets about her school friends,"
she said.
"What's wrong with the cul-de-sac kids?" I asked.
"Oh nothing, it's just that Samantha across the road, she has a deep
hatred for my little Hayley. But don't you worry about them dear, I'm
sure we'll find you some friends, perhaps Kirsty will invite you to a
sleepover with her friends. Wont that be nice?" she replied.
"I guess so," I didn't plan on making any new friends just yet.
Sami was one of my best friends, but she really did hate Hayley. I
remember her calling Hayley a spoiled little brat whenever they were
close to each other. Hayley called her an ugly man once, and they've
been at each other's throats since then, that's probably why Hayley was
sent to summer camp in the first place.
After a few minutes, the conditioner was rinsed out from my hair and the
bath was over. Suzanne allowed me some private time to dry myself and
get dressed, but when I went to get dressed again, the pyjamas and the
panties were gone. I shouted through the door asking for them, hoping
Mum would hear me.
"I'm putting them in the wash dear, I put a cute little outfit on
Hayley's bed for you!" she shouted back, it sounded like she was
downstairs so it was too late to argue for my pyjamas. I would have to
wear an outfit picked out by Suzanne herself. I expected the worst.
Suzanne had left the Minnie Mouse robe in the bathroom, which was long
enough to cover up all of my legs, so I quickly put it on before she
could sneak into the bathroom again. This was the first time I noticed
that the robe had a pink hood attached to it, with two little black ears
and a pink bow between them at the top of the hood. That must have been
what Suzanne used to blindfold me this morning, I would of looked like a
right idiot with that hood up. Clearly she did not think so.
I opened the bathroom door and poked my head out into the hallway, no
sign of Suzanne anywhere upstairs. I was very paranoid when wearing that
robe, I didn?t want Suzanne anywhere near me. I was certain she wanted
to see me naked, she seemed to eager to make it seem okay but I was not
convinced. I kept thinking she was going to sneak out of somewhere and
pull the robe off me, but thankfully I got into Hayley?s room and closed
the door before Suzanne could get me.
There wasn?t a way to lock the door, so I moved a chair and wedged it
beneath the door handle, something I?d learned from the movies. As soon
as I turned around I knew I would see an incredibly girly outfit lying
on Hayley?s bed, but when I saw it I was definitely surprised. The
outfit wasn?t half as girly as I thought it would be, it wasn?t even
pink!
It was a black sleeveless dress that reached down to just above my
knees, with a print of pink flowers growing up the right side. I lifted
it up to get a better look, there was nothing else, just black with some
pink flowers and a beaded neckline, but mostly black. The rest of the
pile was made up of another white training bra, some lacy white panties,
black leggings and some shiny looking black shoes.
I pulled the panties on first, then spent several minutes struggling
with the training bra and then another few minutes struggling with the
leggings.
I?m pretty sure I had the most miserable face in the world whilst I was
doing all of this.
The dress slipped over my head easily, it didn?t take long to figure out
how I put that on, and the shoes seemed to slip onto my feet without a
fuss, as if they were made just for my feet. But that didn?t mean I
liked them any better. I definitely preferred the pink converses to
these shoes, they just cover up the toes, have slightly raised heels and
a strap across the ankle which I assumed was a girl?s version of shoe
laces.
I took one shoe off and looked at the label inside, it read ?Angry
Angels Girls Innocent Wedge Shoes, Size 5?
I used to think I was a bigger shoe size, but since these shoes fit so
easily, I guess I was wrong. At least when I put them on I felt a bit
taller.
When I was finally dressed, I had run out of things to do. I didn?t want
to go downstairs because that would mean talking to Suzanne, and I
didn?t think I could handle another couple of hours of her referring to
me as her daughter. I decided to stay in Hayley?s room, sitting in front
of her vanity table until I could find something to do.
Suzanne came in before I could fall asleep due to boredom, I was resting
my head on my hand, glaring at my reflection in the mirror when she
asked, ?Lauren, what?s wrong??
I shrugged and said the honest truth, ?I really don?t know what to do
Mum.?
?Well we can start with drying your hair, stay right there," Suzanne
rushed out the door and walked down the hallway to what I guessed was
her room, she came back holding a lethal looking hairdryer.
?You look nice in that." She eyed me up and down whilst she plugged in
the hairdryer. ?Do you like it?? she asked.
?It?s not pink," I said with a smile, I was genuinely happy that I
wasn?t wearing anything pink for once.
?We?ll have to get you some new clothes then, nearly all of Hayley?s
clothes are pink," she replied.
?What about this?? I looked down at my mostly black outfit and smiled, I
didn?t know how but wearing this black dress was making me feel really
good.
?That?s one of Kirsty?s old dresses, the rest of her stuff wont fit you
dear, so you can wear this for a day and then go back to Hayley?s
stuff.?
I nodded my reply and smiled, I wouldn?t be going back to Hayley?s stuff
ever again after tomorrow, when I was sure to be a boy again. Suzanne
turned on the hairdryer and soon my hair was being blown all over the
place, she combed through the dried bits of hair whilst still drying the
wet bits. When the hair drying was finally over, she went back to
brushing my hair over and over.
?Have you ever thought about getting your ears pierced Lauren?? she
asked, her eyes were looking straight at me in the mirror while her
hands continued to work with my hair.
?I don?t know, do I need to?? I replied. I didn?t know what else to say.
?Most girls your age have their ears pierced honey, I got mine pierced
when I was ten," She seemed oddly proud of that.
I shrugged at her. Piercing my ears was another thing I was never
planning on doing.
?It really doesn?t hurt, they make sure your ears wont hurt one bit, I
promise." It sounded like she was already planning on getting my ears
pierced. I looked at myself in the mirror and I had a look of pure fear
on my face, Suzanne smirked and continued brushing my hair until it was
silky smooth just like the night before.
But she wasn?t finished there, she pinned back some hair behind my right
ear using a hair clip cleverly disguised as a large white flower to go
with my long blonde hair.
?There, as pretty as a flower," Suzanne grinned. I grimaced when she
wasn?t looking.
I was finally ready to face the day when Suzanne spritzed me with the
same coconut perfume I had been forced to wear the day before. We then
had breakfast together, watched TV together and then had lunch together.
At no point did Suzanne think I was a boy, and if she didn?t see
anything suspicious after spending half a day sitting right beside me,
then she wasn?t going to see anything suspicious, period.
Kirsty still wasn?t home, she was obviously having more fun with her
friends than I was. Every moment with Suzanne was torture, even watching
TV was hard when she sat with you. I was the one who suggested watching
some TV, and she agreed with me, saying it was a great idea as long as
she had control of the remote. Immediately we were watching Dancing with
the Stars, X Factor and American Idol one after the other, she even
skipped the funny bits and only played it when the singers were
?exceptionally brilliant? as Suzanne would say.
It was the most boring 2 hours of television ever, at least for a boy,
I?d imagine it would be super-fun for girls.
When Suzanne had finally caught up on all her shows, she took it upon
herself to repaint my nails, this time in a bright pink polish from her
own collection. She sarcastically said it was made especially for
maturing young girls such as myself, as if to humiliate me even more.
I had continued to chew on my nails during my stay with the Allingham
family, and this had left them in what Suzanne called ?an absolutely
appalling state? and decided that she would buy me some fake nails when
we went shopping later on. Wait, shopping?
?We?re going shopping?? I asked her.
?Well I was planning on going shopping today anyway, just for food, but
we can pick up some stuff for you too, dear," She was quick to reply,
again it seemed like she had planned this all out very carefully.
?We?? I said, my voice riddled with fear. I was ?not- going outside
dressed like this. My parents would just have to look out the window and
they?d see their son dressed like some little girl. I still had hope of
returning to my own house but I wasn?t going to return to it just to get
instant abuse for being dressed like this.
?You?re too young to be left alone, sweetheart, what if you hurt
yourself and I wasn?t here to help? I would never forgive myself if
something happened to you." It seemed Suzanne had not turned off ?mummy
mode?.
?Pretty girls like you should always be outside in the summer, you
know.?
There she goes again with that ?pretty girl? stuff, and that was it, I?d
finally had enough of all this humiliation.
?You know what, I am tired of being called pretty this and pretty that,
it?s time this whole thing ended and I went home," I looked across the
living room and through the large front window, without realising that
Suzanne had moved somewhere. My mind must have been thinking ?she?s
still next to you, keep talking?
?Lauren doesn?t even exist, she?s someone that Kirsty made up so she
wouldn?t get into trouble. That?s it. I?m going home," I tried to
emphasise ?home? as much as possible, so it was clear that this time, I
was really going home.
I looked around, for some reason wanting to see Suzanne?s reaction to my
big speech, but she was nowhere to be found. I walked into the kitchen,
thinking she was standing in there in some state of shock, but she
wasn?t there either. I soon heard her coming down the stairs and down
the hallway, holding a Dalmatian print faux fur jacket in pink that
looked like it would fit an 11-year-old girl perfectly.
?It may be late June but today it?s a bit chilly, I had to get one of
Hayley?s jackets for you, what were you saying? Something about Kirsty
getting in trouble?? It sounded like she hadn?t heard any of my speech
except for the bit about Kirsty, I guess I didn?t say it loud enough.
?It was a different Kirsty? was good enough to throw her off the trail.
My moment was gone as soon as she wrapped the fur jacket around me and
buttoned me up before I could do it myself.
Why did she always have to be in such a rush? If she had stayed to
listen to me when I finally had the courage to reveal all, then I?d be
out of this mess. Would she even believe me if she did hear the whole
thing? What if she did hear the whole thing but didn?t think anything of
it? I do make quite a convincing girl, even I had to admit it.
Suzanne grabbed a hold of my hand and led me out into the great
outdoors, it was such a new experience. I?d left my house to play
outside thousands of times, but now I was stepping outside as a girl, a
completely different person. I started acting like a completely
different person as soon as I took the first step onto the Allingham?s
driveway, it felt like everyone was watching, waiting for me to reveal
myself as a boy. But I?d lost all my courage after that speech. I began
to cling onto Suzanne?s hand, she was my only source of protection, and
she offered a good hiding spot until we got to the car.
?Someone?s nervous." Suzanne pulled me into a motherly side hug before
she lifted me into my seat at the front.
?I?m just new at this." I sank back into the seat as much as possible to
stop anyone from seeing my face.
?Don?t worry sweetheart, I?ll drive slow." She seemed to think I was
talking about sitting in the front. It was true, I?d never sat in the
front of the car before, but it was pretending to be a girl in public
that I was more worried about.
The engine was turned on, the doors locked themselves to prevent my
escape, and we were off. A large red van was parked in my parent?s drive
way as we slowly drove past, one of those trucks that people use to move
loads of stuff around. I thought nothing of it, Mum and Dad never told
me anything about what they were doing when I was a boy, that wasn?t
going to change when I was a girl.
We turned out of the cul-de-sac and onto the quiet little road that
connected us to a bunch of other cul-de-sacs. It was a quiet little
neighbourhood that we lived in, but the site of two more large red
trucks parked alongside the road was starting to worry me. I saw that my
Dad was lifting a stack of chairs into the back of one truck, while my
mother was talking to one of the workmen beside the other truck.
?Looks like someone?s moving." Suzanne was quick to point out what my
mind wasn?t telling me, the alarm bells were now going off. Suzanne
didn?t stop to look, she just kept the car going down the road. The
doors were locked and all I could was nervously look over my shoulder as
the workmen continued to pack and more furniture into the trucks.
Why would they move without telling me? Without knowing where I was? Did
they even know I was gone? Did they care?
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